Angelina Burnside Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Early Years

Finally, I get off at Burnside Village. Man, it’s buzzing! People everywhere, cars honking, kids running around. I’m like, “Whoa, chill out, folks!” I’m not used to this chaos. I’m more of a “listen to the birds” kinda guy. But hey, I’m here for a reason. Gotta check out the local scene, right?

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